The Enemy

september 15, 2019

The Enemy

Why do I ask you to fight the battle

When you do not see the hole

In my soul, that I dig and dig deeper?

 

When will I fill the mass, instead of 

Falling in again and again and

With the courage of a crusader

 

Blind to reason, putting purpose

In my own masochism which grows

Out of control until I fall too deep

 

My blood, which runs warm, quickly

Turns cold to the air and earth, so

I paint my face in preparation for

 

A war with myself but with eyes

Wide open, I see there is no fight

But a child, who only craves love.

 

xoxo, L

a photo series with Bene Photo